To be honest with you, I don’t know how.
If you do, please tell me by reaching out to me here.
Actually, I never expected how difficult it could be until I had to do it when my niece kept asking what happened to our cats. Death took almost all of them (leaving us two cats out of seven) in just a week.
Two generations have gone in just a matter of days.
And with my niece not understanding the reason why they’re not coming home anymore disturbed me.
But then, if you can remember, I have recounted my early encounter with death in this blog post. You see, I was four years old then. Certainly, it was as difficult for my mother as it was for me to grasp the reality of death.
Once alive, now gone.
It’s still vivid to me how Blue’s eyes (the last of our cats who died) seem to look far away, empty. Life slowly slipping away as she gasps for her last breath. And digging a little grave for her in our backyard made me think of the future, that one day, I’d be just like Blue. Here now and gone tomorrow.
Life is short.
Death will soon come to us, one way or another.
Since death is inevitable, I think it would be better to ask what it means to live.
jessa 